You arrive there.

The drive was awkward. She seemed very nervous. Was this really a good career choice for her? Perhaps the company just went with the cheapest option.

She finally parks. She stays still, her hands still on the wheel. Her body tenses, as if she's a deer that's noticed a preying cougar. It is so quiet. You can hear her exhaling.

"Are we going to leave?"

"Yeah, sure. Mhm. Yup." she says.

She's still still.

"Are you okay?" you say.

She stares blankly ahead.

"I-I don't know."

Her body relaxes. Her hands finally leave the steering wheel. Her head tilts downward.

"What's wrong?"

"I was only told yesterday what my duties would be."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was in bad debt, so I took a job with this temp agency. I saw how well it paid and signed the contract without fully reading it."

"Shit."

A familiar wave of anxiety hits you.

"I'm not a slut. Sex is.. I can barely even think about it. I had a boyfriend when I was younger, but it was innocent. We were saving ourselves. Then, they told me I would have to do this. The pay, it could get me out of debt, but backing out would... there's a penalty of $50,000. I barely have enough to eat as it is."

In the rearview mirror, you see that tears are dripping from her face.